All of us, with needs unmet,
heartbreakingly aware
our days are spent
scavenging
bits of distant dreams;
alas, all that we are
is the little that we seem.
In contrast are the days now past
of envisioning times
of peace at last -
hopefulness
was a crystal jar;
yet, all that it held
is the little that we are.
Christine Austin Cole
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tlii/
